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Roses are red

Violets are blue

Honey is sweet

And so are you

  Roses are red

Violet are blue

Why can’t you see

That I loved you

  Roses are overpriced

Violets aren’t even sold

Buying flowers for you

I would have ‘till old

  Roses have thorns

Violets have bees

I can’t believe

I let you prick me

  Roses cast shadows

Violets give shade

You were my true love

We had it all made

  Roses are red

Red like my car

The car where we fucked

Underneath all the stars

The roses I gave you are dead

The violets I picked are too

You never gave me a flower

Not a single one or two

  The flowers I gave you are wilted

The flowers I gave you are dried

You said you’d love me forever

Yet it’s ‘cause of you I have cried

  Cried tears of sadness

Cried tears of pain

Losing you

Seemed like eternal rain

  But then the sun shone through

And the rain it did stop

The clouds rolled away

Leaving me with my crop

  So now I grow roses

And yes violets too

So that one day you’ll see

That you never came through

  And so my roses are still red

Yet my violets not always blue

But one thing is certain

I’m better without you.

To the one I once knew and called, Daniel.

I hated you from the start because you were

       a boy

who played in the mud,  who pushed me

around so much that my blood

boiled for vengeance against you who outshone me in all aspects,

the apple of our parent’s eyes, which I wished would

      Rot

and decay and imagine our parents

delight when they’d find me whole and bright. So I

watched and waited for that exact moment to

      Strike

you that kept me caged for

so long inside. But I knew your power weakened and as your strength

ebbed away, mine grew to its fullest extent and was so great

that with one blow you laid motionless.

       DEAD.

Today, I laugh and play and do things I like with the People

I chose and am

who I was born to be, because Without you the only kind of

      mould

I need to fit is totally and utterly me. You

can’t turn me into anything I am not and so now

everyone sees me and only me.

And now you do rot and decay

      5 feet 10 inches

under where you will forever stay, never to rear

your ugly head again. So I write

this to gloat, to dance on your grave, to show my true self.

You got what was coming to you, you horrid cage.

To this day I still think of you

I still remember your touch,

Still remember the tickling of your breathe

Still remember the good night kisses we shared.

  I can’t forget your lips, I can’t forget your smile

I can’t forget the way you’d make my heart beat wild

I can’t forget the way your hand felt in mine

I can’t forget the time we spent just you and I

  I still remember how you fucked me, I still remember it good

I still remember your moans as I deep throated you too

I still remember the moments after, the ones I spent in your arms

I still remember how happy you were in those moments so pure.

  To this day I still think of you.

I think about you in the shower, I think about you before bed,

I think about you as I wake, I think about you in my car

I think about you when I cum, I think about you more than I can take.

I fear I’ll think of you for the rest of my days, for at this moment

I’m still thinking of you.